GOON

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A novel-in-verse.

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A horrific accident. 

An experimental detention center. 

A chance at redemption. 

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What happens when you want to reinvent yourself

but your past keeps getting in the way? 

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I'm drenched,

from my scuzzy hair down to my stinky socks.

The only t-shirt I own hangs off my body.

It's a disgusting, slimy skin

that I can't wait to shed. 

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I wonder what kind of uniform

they'll give me at J-ROT

(that's what my probation officer called where I'm going: Juvenile-Rehab-something-or-other).

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Maybe they'll give me a jumpsuit,

and I'll look like a giant orange.

Or maybe gym clothes. I hope they have size XXL.

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Out the window of the Corrections van, 

Florida rolls by, steamy and soggy, 

like a pot of something foul

that's been cooking way too long.

 

We're heading north,

and I remember a year ago, coming south...